Lectures on the English Poets: Delivered at the Surrey InstitutionThomas Dobson and Son, at the Stone house, no. 41, South Second Street. William Fry, printer., 1818 - 331 Seiten |
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... face of a person who has just trod upon a serpent with the still - life expres- sion of a common portrait , as the poet to describe the most striking and vivid impressions which things can be supposed to make upon the mind , 1 in the ...
... face of a person who has just trod upon a serpent with the still - life expres- sion of a common portrait , as the poet to describe the most striking and vivid impressions which things can be supposed to make upon the mind , 1 in the ...
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... Faces are the best part of a picture ; but even faces are not what we chiefly remember in what interests us most . But it may be asked then , Is there any thing better than Claude Lorraine's landscapes , than Titian's portraits , than ...
... Faces are the best part of a picture ; but even faces are not what we chiefly remember in what interests us most . But it may be asked then , Is there any thing better than Claude Lorraine's landscapes , than Titian's portraits , than ...
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... face of a person who has seen some object of horror . The improbability of the events , the abruptness and monotony in the Inferno , are excessive : but the interest never flags , from the intense earnestness of the author's mind ...
... face of a person who has seen some object of horror . The improbability of the events , the abruptness and monotony in the Inferno , are excessive : but the interest never flags , from the intense earnestness of the author's mind ...
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... And hereth him come rushing in the greves , And breking bothe the boughes and the leves : " - or that still finer one of Constance , when she is condemned to death : - " Have ye not seen sometime a pale face ( ON CHAUCER AND SPENSER . 43.
... And hereth him come rushing in the greves , And breking bothe the boughes and the leves : " - or that still finer one of Constance , when she is condemned to death : - " Have ye not seen sometime a pale face ( ON CHAUCER AND SPENSER . 43.
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... face ( Among a prees ) of him that hath been lad Toward his deth , wheras he geteth no grace , And swiche a colour in his face hath had , Men mighten know him that was so bestad , Amonges all the faces in that route ; So stant Custance ...
... face ( Among a prees ) of him that hath been lad Toward his deth , wheras he geteth no grace , And swiche a colour in his face hath had , Men mighten know him that was so bestad , Amonges all the faces in that route ; So stant Custance ...
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Seite 326 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted — ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder A dreary sea now flows between ; — But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Seite 148 - He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
Seite 143 - Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Seite 227 - Unanxious for ourselves; and only wish, As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan ; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought, Resolves, and re-resolves, then dies the same. And why? because he thinks himself immortal. All men think all men mortal, but themselves; Themselves, when some alarming shock of fate Strikes thro...
Seite 226 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Seite 326 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Seite 264 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed ; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever ; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide ; The hour approaches Tarn maun ride ; That hour, o...
Seite 130 - Others more mild, Retreated in a silent valley, sing With notes angelical to many a harp Their own heroic deeds and hapless fall By doom of battle ; and complain that fate ' Free virtue should enthrall to force or chance.
Seite 114 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amorist or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite, nor to be obtained by the invocation of Dame Memory and her siren daughters...
Seite 329 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering ; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.